Oh the tragedy of wasted talent, forced to apply their skills toward other people's flawed and antisocial visions. Building casinos and prisons, one a trap for the mind, another for the body.
Unemployed mathematicians. I feel for their tortured souls in this unforgiving world ruled by capital, a form of numerology. They speak a native tongue almost incomprehensible to others, and the beauty they seek is invisible except for mystics like themselves.
Software engineers working in the dungeons of Mordor, seeing their craft and design abused for user-hostile purposes, against the very freedom of personal computing that brought them joy. Now with the industrial production of code, their knowledge devalued and commodified, gardens trampled by outsiders who do not care for the rich history and culture of the field.